Crowd Lyrics

Oh, can you take me home?

Is it here or there I belong?

I've come to terms with the new way of things

With no resentment towards the pain it brings

It stung, for a while

The thought of myself exiled

From the three, that I truly did believe

Was going to fit in the picture above it all

But you still feel like a brother

It hurts to see each other speak, less and less

And some days I miss the summer (summer)

But I find that these things tend to turn out best

(turn out best)

So can you take me home?

Is it here or there I belong?

At times I wonder if it was all me

And if you sat by the sidelines wondering

About my actions, about my ways

About pushing and pulling you back into place

If you realised that I might

Not be the company that you want at night

Want at night

You are the crowd

You are the crowd

But you still feel like a brother (no, no)

Oh, it hurts to see each other speak, less and less

Some days I miss the summer (I miss the summer)

But I find that these things tend to work out best

Work out best (ohh, oh)

Work out best (ahhh, ahh)

Work out best ( no, no, no, no, no, no)

Work out best (no, no, no)